Social Justice is for the birds.
In the name of Social Justice, in the annals of time,
a world we seek to mend, yet we sound a somber chime.
To forget the past is to repeat it as history cries, we descend,
Some are understood, but others, it is nonsense to no end!
McCowns Longspur, killed by Social Justice in Twenty-Twenty.
In memory’s gate, we have real problems, surely we have plenty!
In our quest for change, we have sometimes erred,
What of the history, to learn from the mistakes we’ve shared.
Extinct is the Oldsquaw duck, since nineteen ninety-eight.
If we forget, like creatures of the sky, we will share their fate,
History- erased, at what cost, these names soon to be lost,
Anna’s Hummingbird, with colors so bright,
Gambel’s Quail, a desert’s hidden delight.
Lewis’s Woodpecker, Bewick’s Wren’s sweet song,
Their extinction sealed like the extinction of the mind, it won’t be long.
Over eighty species will soon meet their end.
Changing history does not mend
the pains of the past, gone wrong, Bullock’s Oriole, and more
will all be extinct by twenty twenty-four.
In the name of social justice, we strive to heal,
in the process, sometimes we lose all sense of what is real.
The balance must be found, for both heart and wing,
Protect our world’s history, for future conversations they bring.
WoPoLi 
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